image poems

24 Jul, 2016. When I Heard The Learn’d Astronomer

Tonight’s post is a panorama of the Milky Way arching over the cemetery at Narooma, Australia. It’s made up from 58 individual photos that I shot over a thirty minute period, stitched together using the software Autopano Pro. The photographs were each shot with my Canon EOS 6D, Rokinon 24mm @ f/x2.8, 15 sec exposure @ ISO 6400. Those are data, facts and figures. You don’t need to know any of those, though, to appreciate the beauty that I hope I’ve captured in this image.

In his poem that contrasts learning the science of astronomy with the simplicity of looking at what’s to be seen, American poet Walt Whitman says it more elegantly:

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired, and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. “

“When I Heard The Learn’d Astronomer”. Walt Whitman, 1865 (at Narooma Cemetery)

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This is an artsist residence project that goes among the Post Doctorate Body Refuges, the Performances of Memory book, and the two multimedia instalations Noisy Ruins and City Mermaids. Body Landscapes in Space and Time is about my own experience with publishing academic articles together with writing poems, making images, teaching.

As all my work navigates in personal shores, this opportunity turns out as an understanding of my own creative process: simultaneous spaces (that I have visited, that I dream with, that have been familiar) and non chronological times (recreated in memories and current ones), considering my presence in some other time and my thoughts in someplace else.

As I realise space and time come along in my body experiments as I write, dance and produce moving images, I intend to take this Residence to deepen these experiences applied to performance in instalation narratives, and also to try in this media an always present state even of an absent body, as well as a living one, in timeless and nowhere lands. This art work has to do with creating visualities to my own landscapes.

“The Tradition” by Jericho Brown

Aster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thought
Fingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learning
Names in heat, in elements classical
Philosophers said could change us. Star Gazer.
Foxglove. Summer seemed to bloom against the will
Of the sun, which news reports claimed flamed hotter
On this planet than when our dead fathers
Wiped sweat from their necks. Cosmos. Baby’s Breath.
Men like me and my brothers filmed what we
Planted for proof we existed before
Too late, sped the video to see blossoms
Brought in seconds, colors you expect in poems
Where the world ends, everything cut down.
John Crawford. Eric Garner. Mike Brown.


Image: “Untitled (If I Can’t Have Love, I’ll Take Sunshine),” by Glenn Ligon (2006)





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Image from ‘Poems & Songs by Robert Burns. With original illustrations by R. Herdman, etc. (The “Edina” edition.)’, 000543333

  • Author: Burns, Robert
  • Page: 59
  • Year: 1893
  • Place: Edinburgh
  • Publisher: W. P. Nimmo, Hay & Mitchell

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1. think more about enjambment!! (demonstrative vs. evocative, natural vs. unnatural, where u pause has to be Meaninful)

2. (innovations/familiarity of) syntax vs. (familiarity/innovations of) image

3. long poems allow u to play w diff voices

4. figure out tone of each section/line. its good to complicate tone but piece needs overall logic, “even if it’s obscure” – always try to tie images back to this

I scour through my closet
for threadbare affirmation, 
cotton blend comfort, 
synthetic fibers that smartly stretch and contort

Instead, I find
fabrics that amplify my
tugging, adjusting,
seams that suture together unflattering features
beneath monotone masks,
haphazardly hanging hues that quarrel with
reluctant waistbands
and parachuted pant legs.

Every morning,
I try to
overcome misshapen shoulders
and shirts that suction cup to
previously unknown niches,
while a discard pile accumulates on the floor. 
Each redo cinches,
like a blood pressure cuff,
that keeps
and pumping,
than my intentionally bound chest.

The constant clatter of plastic hangers
empty and yet, overflowing
with attempt, after attempt, 
of becoming less

—  R.B. 

Chi Birmingham | Attack of the 50 ft. Ring Girl

Some music for you: Ladyhawke, A Love Song. Russian Circles, Mota. Anna Laube, Satisfied Mind. Vulfpeck, 1612. Traces, Imaginary Life. Funk Factory, Rien Ne Va Plus.

Add some beauty to your day. Sunset, La Jolla, image and poem by Thomas Michael Williams (July 2016).

Not all who wander are lost…some are just stormchasing. Vorticity.

May seem silly, but this approach can work wonders. Perhaps a King Tut cover dance on your walk to the corner store? Have fear, no cheer.

This and That: What are kids into these days? Ecstasy of joy. Curmudgeons. 1986. Pokeballs. Hawaiian Wedding Cake. Dad jokes.

Interesting to watch the creative process through the artist’s eyes. Ryan McGinness offers up several of these fascinating insight pieces.

17-year-old Texas keyboardist Anna Eberhart, who’s been touring with the Boston Crusaders Drum & Bugle Corps and whose insane perfomance video quickly went viral, recently told TMZ she “always wanted to be one of the princesses at Disney World, so if they wannna give me a call, that would be cool.” Best jump on that bandwagon, Walt Disney World, before someone else does. This talented girl is going places.

“I don’t know how to talk about the beauty of where I live…without sounding complacent or ignorant. As if I don’t feel the grief. The anger. The fear.” Sharman Apt Russell, Ordinary Miracles.

“A reflection of life and death through the films of Bergman, Godard, Wenders, Tarkovsky, Truffaut, and more, accompanied by Alberto Caeiro’s poem ‘If I Die Young.’” If I Die Young (via) –– which includes clips from director Wim Wenders’ 1987 German film 'Wings of Desire’ (remade less well in the U.S. as 1998 'City of Angels’). Thought you might enjoy Peter Handke’s Song of Childhood, also from 'Wings of Desire.’

It’s here. And it is damn beautiful. Yes it is. Networks of New York by Ingrid Burrington. An illustrated field guide to urban internet in frastructure.<?i>

From the archives: Forgetfulness. Notes from the Road. Oldtime Radio Shows.

“I’ve never voted and I don’t have any desire to.” 22-year-old singer & songwriter Meghan Trainor, who doesn’t seem to give two flying figs about civic responsibility. Proving talent and the ability to link two things together don’t always go hand-in-hand, she went on to blurt, “I think it’s ridiculous that random crazy people can buy guns.” (via)

Anyone else feel a huge urge to knock this twit clean into next week?

Kid writes her bald uncle a hilarious and terribly mean poem

Sometimes kids just don’t know how accidentally cruel they can be. 

In today’s episode of Kids being funny or adults lying for fake internet points, a niece breaks the hard truth to her balding uncle.

Redditor TheToolMan, which is obviously Tim Taylor from Home Improvement, shared a photo of a letter that his niece recently sent him. In the post headline, he explains that he and his niece typically send each other funny cards.

Her latest one really cut me deep,” he wrote. 

SEE ALSO: Cute little kid learns to embrace creepy crawly bugs

Image: TheToolMan

The poem reads:

Next to the poem is a photo of the girl’s uncle labeled as “bald man.” Above that, she basically taunts him like any kid would with a series of na nas. 

Harsh, kid. Harsh. At least she ended the letter with a few smiley faces to let him know that she was just kidding.